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Daniel couldn't believe what he just heard.

Trevor described Rick as his "pet." Daniel wasn't entirely sure what the term "pet" meant, but he used common sense to figure out that the two had a relationship. The wolf's heart was beating maniacally; it felt like a ticking timebomb that was ready to go off at any minute. He felt faint and his legs were wobbly. He tried calming himself down by studying the inside of the restaurant from top to bottom, left to right. He looked at a pair of colorful sombreros hanging on the wall. He eavesdropped on conversations between customers and the wait staff as orders were being taken. Huevos Rancheros was a popular dish. It sounded delicious, especially with a side of corn tortillas and glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice. Daniel was hungry, and realized that he didn't eat anything for several hours. He blamed his fragile nerves on his appetite. However, no meal could satisfy heartbreak.

He sat down at a booth for two. Trevor sat across from Daniel. The wolf didn't want to look at Trevor. The bear picked up a menu on the table, read it briefly and put it down. When he finally noticed the wolf looking depressed, Trevor said to Daniel, "You didn't know, did you?"

Daniel shook his head and said nothing. He flipped through the breakfast menu and turned the pages aggressively.

"I should probably explain --"

"Don't," Daniel sternly interjected.

"Well, you did sit down with me. You could've walked right out the door, but you chose not to. I have a hunch that you want to know."

"Put some pants on, man," Daniel snapped with an irrelevant remark. "This is embarrassing!"

Trevor crossed his arms. "No need. I'm comfortable with who I am. You should be too." He sighed and licked his lips before giving his explanation.

"I started visiting this town -- this place, I mean -- two months ago. Heard Mel's was the 'it place' for Mexican food so I thought, 'I'll try it. Why not?' I came in here, sat down at a table. At the time, I was wearing pants with a diaper underneath, of course -- and I wear for convenience, mostly. So anyway, there were these cubs... really pesky cubs running all over the place. Parents let them run amok in the restaurant. After finishing my breakfast, I'm standing in front of the table, counting how much money I had left over to leave a tip, and one of these cubs yanked my pants down. I think they were suspicious of my 'puffy' waist and wanted to see if I was wearing what they thought I was wearing. Lo and behold, there I was with my pants down to my ankles with a diaper on.

"I panicked. I lost my cool, even though I didn't know anyone around here. I wasn't a celebrity. I was a nobody. Just some trucker who was having a bite to eat. Then everyone was looking at me, laughing at me, calling me a 'baby' and worse. I stood there completely frozen with anger building up inside me, boiling, raging. I said, 'You know what? I am everything you say I am. I'm proud of it.' My mind was telling, 'W-W-Wait! You didn't just say that, did you?' It was instinct. Thanks to that little fox cub dipshit that pulled my pants down, I instinctively stuck to my guns and dared people to continue challenging me. And when I got in a shouting match with the parents of the cub, Rick stepped in and told everyone to back off or leave. He was a big man about it, and I was -- I was pleasantly surprised."

"So he, Rick, told you that he wore them too, I assume?"

Trevor nodded. "Yeah. He took me behind the restaurant and told me about you two. Then he said to me that I looked 'cute' in diapers. I was all, 'Cute? Really?' Honestly, I was not used to another guy complimenting me like that and flirting. As I was taking everything in, he told me that he had a 'thing' for you. He didn't want to jinx your friendship with him. So I told him that it was alright. After talking for a while, he shows me his diaper. I was face-to-face with someone else in diapers! Couldn't believe it. I said to him 'No, you're cute!' and I wondered out loud what his diaper would look like if he wet it. He took it like a command and he actually did it! I told him he was a 'good boy.' He joked and made a reference to being treated like a pet when I made that comment. Then I said half-jokingly that he could be my pet. And that was that."

"You didn't, like, do anything that was..."

Trevor crossed his arms dismissively. "No, no, no. Nothing sexual. Just some dares here and there."

Daniel raised an eyebrow. "You telling the truth?"

"Well, I did tease the poor boy while he was workin'."

"Wait, but you --"

"No," said Trevor, shaking his head. "Not what you're thinkin'. I asked him things like, 'Wet, dirty or dry?' and he was always coy with me. We'd play the guessing game with each other. That was about it."

Daniel weighed the bear's words. Trevor seemed sincere enough. He didn't come across as someone who was trying to get in the way of the relationship between Daniel and Rick.

As they dined on some Mexican breakfast -- which a guilt-ridden Rick readily gave them on the house -- Trevor educated Rick on his background and occupation. Trevor was a trucker and, at one point, worked at the same company as Daniel. The conversation turned friendly as the two truckers exchanged funny stories about their experiences. After about a half hour worth of chatting, Daniel felt comfortable with Trevor. Trevor was just relieved that things didn't turn into a full-blown interrogation, which could've easily happened had Daniel not given the bear the benefit of the doubt. Actually, Trevor was surprised how quickly the wolf surrendered his aggression. Perhaps Daniel was interested in the fetish-riddled details. There was evidence to sustain that belief. Daniel looked at Trevor intensely as the bear mentioned teasing Rick. Daniel was visualizing the suggestive scenarios in his head.

When he was done eating, Trevor left a ten-dollar tip on the table and left with Daniel following him from behind. Confused as to what was happening, Rick saw the two men leave the restaurant. The 'yote chased after them, opened up the front door and dashed to the street where Trevor parked his rig.

Daniel turned back and saw Rick, who was standing outside the restaurant with his arms raised in the air. "What do you think you're doing?" Rick shouted to Daniel.

"Do I know you?" asked Daniel jokingly.

"I'm sorry about, well, everything."

Daniel sighed. "I don't care what you do, really. All I ask is for a little honesty."

"Okay, but what are you doin' right now?"

"Trevor says he has something he wants to show me."

Daniel stepped inside Trevor's truck cabin and looked around. The first thing that caught the wolf's eye was the poloroids that covered the interior of his cabin. The poloroids contained portraits of males -- and yes, even females -- who wore diapers. That was what Trevor wanted to show him. Most of the photos showed truckers he met. According to Trevor, each photo reminded him that he was always in good company. Daniel was shocked to see how many truckers actually wore diapers. He even recognized several of them. Daniel remarked that diapers were something that not many wanted to talk about, but every trucker he knew was at least familiar with the idea of wearing them as a matter of convenience. In the state where these truckers did their business, there were only a few rest areas on major routes; not many proper potty stops.

"The public bathrooms around here are 'no way, Jose.' Not happening," Trevor told Daniel.

Daniel nodded in agreement. "I know, right?"

"Jobs are stressful... having to get deliveries on time. Companies pay you only when the wheels are rolling. You're enslaved to the company you work for. The economy's getting worse, and they toss us smaller and smaller peanuts. What are we supposed to do? The people, in those photos, did what we did. And a lot of them told me, 'I'm tired of hiding this issue,' and they pulled down their pants. What you're seeing is solidarity."

Daniel sat down in the passenger seat and looked at the photos more carefully. "I find it kinda fun, really," the wolf admitted.

Trevor snickered. "You and me both. My opinion is simple. We could have more fun if we stopped treating all of this like a burden that we have to deal with. Speaking of the devil, take off those pants and relax. We got a few hours to go before Rick is off his shift."

"Alright."

Daniel calmly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. He let the pants ride down to his ankles. Then he pulled down his boxers, revealing a very soggy diaper. The front of Daniel's diaper was completely wet with a bright yellow tint. The wetness indicators were gone. The air suddenly lingered with the wolf's stale-smelling piss. Trevor looked over and smiled. He cleared his throat as he felt his body getting heavier from soaring sexual tension.

"Mind if I touch it?" Trevor asked.

"Knock yourself out."

Trevor slowly hovered his paw over Daniel's diaper before gently resting it on top. The diaper felt warm. Trevor determined that Daniel wet himself not too long ago. Trevor felt his way around the thick, plastic-coated exterior before he rubbed the diaper suggestively. Daniel swallowed nervously. He was getting more and more aroused by the minute. The manly trucker blushed as his diaper was being fondled. He exhaled dramatically when Trevor fingered around the horny wolf's sheath. He could swear he heard the bear mutter to himself, "Looks like this boy is pretty hard. Just the way I like 'em." Whether or not Trevor actually said that, Daniel was turned on by the suggestive chatter.

"You like being wet, don't you?" asked Trevor.

"Yes."

"You like being wet like a good boy... Oh, look what you did!"

Daniel was breathing a little heavier. "Y-yes?" He flicked his tail up instinctively.

Trevor slowly began to play with Daniel's diaper tapes. "This will take a couple of minutes," he muttered.

Daniel jerked back in the passenger seat and opened his eyes wide. He had an idea. "Wait, you know what?"

"What's that?"

"We should -- I mean, 'we' being you, Rick and I... we should..."

"Say no more." Trevor smiled, moved his paw away from Daniel's crotch and cleared his throat.

"It's only fair, right?"

"Ah, well, y'know. This horny ol' bear can never pass up a good time."

"Trust me. If you stick around, you won't be disappointed."

A fully dressed Daniel hopped out of Trevor's cabin with a big smile on his face. He told his new diapered buddy his "grand plan." When he felt the breeze outside cradle the back of his headfur, Daniel felt refreshed. He walked back into the restaurant as if nothing happened. When he got inside, Daniel saw Rick tending to some customers. Rick was at the cash register, accepting money from a customer. The 'yote quickly bowed his head back down to count change. Once he was done with the transation, Rick wandered over to Daniel and asked him what happened inside the truck.

"Not much. We got to know each other a little better," said Daniel.

"You're not trying to get back at me, are you?" asked Rick.

"No, but I'll tell you this: my mind is blown. You tell me one thing about this guy, and he tells me something else."

Rick lowered his ears. "I-I'm sorry. Again, I'm --"

Daniel raised his paw up to Rick. "It's alright. I just need everything to sink in."

"Sure, whatever you want," said Rick in a desperately appeasing tone.

When his shift was over three hours later, Rick drove Daniel back to his apartment. On the way there, they didn't speak to each other. Rick gripped the steering wheel tightly he like choking someone. In his mind, he wanted to choke himself. The coyote had every intention to explain his relationship with Trevor and how it was nothing more than playful banter that didn't escalate beyond some teasing and dirty talk. There was nothing flirtatious or overtly physical that, in any shape or form, would be considered being "unfaithful." But when he started contemplating monogamy, Rick realized that he instinctively felt that Daniel was his boyfriend. But referring to another person of the same sex as "boyfriend" was not something his mind could easily process. He kept associating Daniel with "friend," and that's what helped him cope with their closeness. It was a lie he wanted to tell himself.

As Rick agonized while he was in deep thought, Daniel couldn't help but smile at his conflicted friend. The fact of the matter was that Daniel was gay. He knew he was gay since he started high school. It wasn't a big deal to him, yet it wasn't something that others readily knew about him. He preferred to keep his sexuality out of his line of work. The wolf knew he was the aggressor in the relationship. He set the terms and allowed Rick to figure everything out on his own. The results exceeded his expectations. He found someone who readily embraced diapers and allowed the relationship to flourish because of it; not in spite of it. He looked at Rick and thought, "Damn I'm lucky!" Whether or not Rick was in a full-blown affair with Trevor, Daniel knew that he would eventually accept any situation. He couldn't pass up the opportunity to be with someone who was not only into diapers, but was also cute, funny and full of personality. Daniel couldn't ask for anything more.

They arrived at Rick's apartment. It was mid-afternoon and Rick was exhausted. Being in mental anguish was exhausting for the 'yote, who wanted to unwind and forget about the situation that he inadvertently put Daniel in. He still felt guilty over how everything unfolded. But the guilt was slowly fading into the background as his fatigue was taking over. He could barely keep his eyes open. While Daniel sat on the couch and watched some television, Rick walked into his bedroom and got out of his clothes. He kept his mildly wet diaper on. He rolled onto his bed, folded his arms behind his head and looked at the ceiling. He heard his wall clock ticking away. Every second contained a seemingly long time of dead silence. Daniel wasn't talking to Rick, and Rick didn't know what to say to Daniel. He figured that apologies were not only repetitive at this point, but futile as well.

Suddenly, Rick heard a door knock. He sat up and looked toward the front door. Daniel turned off the television, stood up from the couch and walked toward the door in a very casual manner. When he opened the door, there was Trevor. The chubby bear grinned and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "I take it that this is the right address."

Daniel waved Trevor inside and whispered to him, "You bet."

Rick slowly wandered up to the two men, who were conversing in low voices. Rick was surprised to see Trevor in his apartment. He sucked on his thumb -- a nervous habit -- as he tried to figure out why the bear was there. Rick assumed that Daniel provided his address. "Interesting," he thought. He was tired so the obvious implications of Trevor being there didn't come to him right away.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" asked Rick.

Trevor smiled, studied Rick and his diaper momentarily. "I was gonna say, 'Take off your clothes,' but I see you got a head start."

Feeling a little late to the party, Rick covered his maw. "Mother of God..."

"Leave my mother out of this," Trevor joked.

Daniel shrugged playfully. "What were you expecting, Rick? A tea party?"

"I don't think I've had man-on-man sex before," the coyote muttered innocently.

"Oh, Ricky," Trevor said, rolling his eyes. "You and your wild imagination."

"He's not too far off," Daniel admitted. "He forgot to add another 'man.'"

Rick couldn't believe what was about to happen. The word "threeway" repeated over and over again in his thoughts. The coyote was excited and frightened at the same time. He was nervous, so he paced around in his bedroom as Daniel got undressed. He really wanted to do it, but he didn't know how. He couldn't visualize it, but he had an ideal situation mapped out. Two big, manly truckers and one young, horny 'yote. Everyone is diapered, sweaty, wet and then some. Just taking all those factors into account aroused Rick greatly. His heart felt like it was pounding straight out of his chest. The anticipation was steadily increasing by the minute. He didn't even touch himself and the tip of his shaft was already oozing precum. When Trevor and Daniel entered the bedroom, Rick's heart sank deeper into his chest.

Daniel made the first move. The big, diapered wolf tickled Rick's black goatee. Rick blushed and looked into Daniel's eyes with his ears lowered and tail wagging. Daniel landed a small peck on Rick's maw. Rick blushed even more. Daniel caressed the coyote's head lovingly as the couple stood in front of the bed. Trevor watched from a few steps away with his arms crossed. It was a very intimate moment between Rick and Daniel, and both immediately fell into a love trance. Rick surprised Daniel when he kissed the wolf on his lips. It was a deep kiss, tongue and all. Rick's diaper tented dramatically. His erection put a lot of emphasis on his diapered bulge. The pressure inside was mounting. The pressure intensified once Daniel wrapped his paws around Rick's diaper. He rubbed Rick's padding in a circular motion and groped him suggestively. For every grope was a loud crinkle. For every crinkle was a suggestive moan that came out of Rick. Rick briefly glanced at Daniel's wet diaper.

In between kisses, Daniel muttered to Rick, "Go head. You know you want to."

Rick went down on one knee and stared intensely at the wolf's damp, padded crotch. The 'yote pressed his muzzle against the warm, wet diaper. He took in a heavenly whiff of pure, unfiltered piss. It was a very thick, masculine scent. It was the scent of someone who hasn't changed out of their wet diaper for a few hours -- not quite putrid, but still inviting. The scent communicated a message to Rick, which essentially was, "I had to pee. I did it in my diaper. I enjoyed it, and I want to share my enjoyment with you." There was no dignity in the dirty deed. It was shamelessness that piqued Rick's sexual curiosity. Despite the strange appearance of nuzzling one's muzzle into someone else's diaper, Rick didn't mind it much. Wet diapers were treated like examples of how "naughty" one could be.

Meanwhile, Trevor sat on the corner of the bed, watching the two lovebirds having fun. The bear rubbed his diaper and felt his cock throb for every moan that Rick and Daniel let out. After a while, he went into the front of his diaper to masturbate, but slowly. He didn't want to go in too rough. He stroked himself slowly, milking every moment. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He focused on the smells of the room. He inhaled the odor of the "dirty boys" close by. He closed his eyes and imagined Rick messing his diaper; watching the messy lump fill the back of the 'yote's diaper so suggestively and smoothly. He let the fantasy play out several times in his imagination with a series of sexually provocative thoughts -- thoughts like, "The little baby couldn't help himself but poop his diaper." Because his imagination was limitless, he pushed the boundaries a little bit more and fantasized that the 'yote's diaper bulge in the back was expanding dramatically, complete with muted farts from inside the padding. "Oh, he can't stop! What a bad, bad baby!"

Catching the wolf by surprise, Rick pulled down the front of Daniel's diaper to suck on his dick. He happily took the wolf's hard shaft into his maw and bobbed his head back and forth. Rick considered Daniel's member a tasty treat. He had fun with it. The coyote lapped the shaft rigorously like a desperate whore. Rick bobbed his head faster as Trevor taunted him nearby, calling him a "good, lil' cocksucking faggot." In the heat of the moment, Rick didn't mind being called a "faggot." In fact, it made the sucking even more intense. Daniel moaned louder and tilted his head up while breathing heavily. The experience was intense for both of them, especially Rick, who was improvising and experimenting with gay sex for the very first time. Trevor watched him and determined that the 'yote was a natural talent. The bear waited patiently for his turn, knowing that he was going to up the ante.

"Okay, okay. On the bed," Daniel breathlessly ordered Rick.

Rick pulled out and wiped his eyes. The wolf's precum was dripping from Rick's tongue. Daniel led Rick to bed and positioned the coyote's slender body exactly the way he wanted it to be: on all fours, bottom up, tail raised. Daniel peeled off the coyote's diaper and subsequently guided his maniacally throbbing meat into his partner's virgin, pink-ish little tailhole. When the wolf's dick made contact with his hole, Rick yelped prematurely. He didn't know how it was going to feel, but he was eager to find out. It made its way in: that long, hard and fleshy beast. The pain sent a jolt through his body; a jolt that could be described as electric. It was a jolt that made Rick realize, "He's actually going to fuck me! What do I do know?"

Before he could muster an answer to that question, Trevor stood before Rick's muzzle and rubbed his diaper suggestively. "I've been holding it for a few hours now," Trevor told Rick. Trevor didn't explain what "it" was, but that was for Rick to find out. The bear turned around and showed the 'yote his diapered backside. Trevor held onto his stomach, which was grumbling loudly. Because of the Mexican food he had earlier, Trevor's stomach was experiencing discomfort. The solution? It was obvious. Trevor grunted and held onto the back of his diaper as he allowed a large log to ride out of his tailhole and into the diaper with commanding force, followed by a low-sounding gurgling noise. It was a solid mess, which explained the sensation of being "butt-plugged." He rubbed the phallic poop and sighed happily in light of his accomplishment. Trevor immediately felt a little lighter. He allowed the coyote to sniff his messy rear end. "I'm a dirty fuckin' bear," Trevor moaned. "Smell me." Trevor lifted off his shirt, exposing his hairy back and belly.

As if that wasn't enough, Daniel started gyrating his hips and humping the poor coyote. It started slowly at first. The wolf grabbed onto Rick's waist. Once he had a firm grip, Daniel pushed himself in. It was a hard push. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and growled as he made his way through the narrow passageway inside Rick. His dick was completely surrounded on all sides. Rick instinctively contracted his muscles, which tightened the passageways even more. It felt rough for Daniel, but that's the way he liked it. He pulled out slowly, just to feel the friction. He heard Rick whimper when he pulled back. Excited, Daniel developed a rhythm.

In response, Rick huffed and huffed. He was nuzzling the back of Trevor's diaper, feeling the mess with his nose. "Alright now," said Trevor, who turned around to face Rick again. This time, he pulled his diaper down and let the coyote suck his dick. Rick happily obliged. He was getting pounded in his tailhole -- to the point where he could feel Daniel's hairy balls slapping against him -- while sucking off his new diapered friend simultaneously. He was overjoyed. The threesome was shaping up as one of the best sexual experiences Rick has ever had in his life. It all seemed very choreographed, but it wasn't. It all seemed like part of a plan that took a lot time to devise and execute, but it wasn't. He was so paralyzed with sexual bliss that he didn't move a muscle. Despite the events that occured earlier, Rick felt completely rejuvinated both physically and mentally. He wanted the sex to last for several hours.

But things eventually came to an end. Daniel was riding Rick while feeling the urge to climax. He tried his best to refrain from ejaculating so soon, but he did. When he came, he tossed a few thick spurts of seed onto Rick' prostate. Rick felt the warm, pleasurable and sticky coat inside of him swirl around. Daniel made it official and staked out his territory. Daniel slowly pulled out, stroked his dick a few times and stood back. Now it was just Rick and Trevor. Finally, Trevor had access to Rick's tail.

It was easier for Trevor to get inside Rick because everything was pre-lubricated. Rick grunted, "Oh fuck!" when he felt the bear penetrating him and ravaging his anal walls. Trevor's member was a little wider than Daniel's, which resulted in Rick wincing as a result of the tightness. Trevor leaned his entire upper-body over Rick and bear-hugged him as he humped. Being the middle-aged pro at this sort of thing, Trevor reached around to grab onto Rick's dick and stroked it. Rick couldn't be any more stimulated. Blinded by his own sweat, Rick couldn't handle the pressure. He came several times onto his bed. He couldn't believe how much cum he produced. He was overheated, dehydated and tired, but he wanted to finish strong with Trevor.

The bear detected a drop in Rick's stamina, but he was already at the finish line. He came shortly after Rick did. He, too, left his mark inside Rick. Feeling shaky in his legs, Trevor pulled out while displaying a long, thick string of spunk from the tip of his shaft to Rick's tailhole. After injecting his seed into Rick, Trevor immediately went flaccid. He was drained. Consumed with sexual anticipation, Trevor forgot to bring a spare diaper with him. He sat on the bed and looked at his dirty diaper rolled up on the floor. He shook his head and chuckled. "Can't leave the place like this. Should've worn some pants," he said to himself.

Still panting, Rick laid on the bed and tried to get his head in a comfortable position. He adjusted the pillows behind his head. "Pants? Who needs pants, anyway? You can stay the night here."

"Really?" asked the bear.

"Yeah, sure. Unless you're in a hurry to go somewhere."

Trevor rubbed his chin. "I guess not. I have a diaper and some pants in my truck. I can fetch those tomorrow morning or somethin'."

"I take it that you're a large, right?" asked Daniel, who made his way toward the living room.

"Yep. You got a diaper for me, Danny Boy?"

"Yeah, but only if you stop calling me 'Danny Boy.'"

Daniel retrieved a diaper from his backpack and fetched it for Trevor. Shortly after that, he walked into Rick's bathroom to splash some water on his face and cool down. He slapped himself just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He felt the sting of his slap; he wasn't dreaming. The day started out confusing, and ended with the most ideal circumstances. With water dripping down from his muzzle, Daniel looked at himself in the mirror and smiled wide. He reflected on the time he's spent with Rick, leading up to their first kiss. Ah, the kiss! To think he found the eventual love of his life passed out on the floor of a bar restroom floor. Not very romantic. Daniel kept thinking about how his heart fluttered so enthusiastically when he was with Rick, how his cheeks turned red every time the coyote looked into his eyes. Daniel wanted to contain that happiness and let it be a part of his daily life. As a consequence, Daniel decided to take off his trucker hat for good and call it a day. He already spent a lot of time and energy running around in what sometimes felt like a continous loop. Knowing that he was cutting himself loose of the steady income he was earning, Daniel knew that he had to find a new job. He was determined to make everything work.

Rick had a job of his own and he was proud of that, but he wanted a little more. He wanted to have more than just a friend. He was now comfortable with the word "boyfriend," because Daniel perfectly qualified for that role -- and Daniel knew it. The coyote was still young and impressionable, but he had enough certainty -- in his heart -- to pursue a relationship with Daniel. He didn't know how he was going to do it because he was still new to "the gay thing," as he liked to call it. For a while, Rick felt that he was in hot water when Daniel mentioned that he bumped into Trevor. He wanted to tell Daniel eventually, but he was nervous and balked at the last minute. However, Rick had a feeling that Daniel would eventually accept everything, given that Daniel wore diapers and would be uniquely understanding of the situation. Rick considered Trevor to be an older "daddy" type. He was the one who instinctively knew how to push all of Rick's buttons. In reality, it was simple: Rick liked being the "baby," the bottom, and everything in between. Rick liked Trevor's sexual dominance and assertiveness, but he loved Daniel's friendliness, compassion and willingness to explore new sexual themes. Until he met Daniel, Rick had no idea how much he liked wearing diapers. When he started wearing diapers, Rick saw the exercise as an activity, a sport and something fun to do.

But it was Trevor who helped the couple enhance their confidence and accept their diaper-wearing as a way of life. The bear had a few years on him. He knew that his time to impress had come and gone. He was doing what he wanted to do, and he didn't want to hide it. Trevor accepted the slings and arrows of wearing diapers in public, but the sacrifice of his public dignity brought him closer to those who accepted him for who he was. Many around him were overwhelmingly digusted with his exhibitionist philosophy, but that only led him to people who also wore diapers and appreciated the company. Rick happened to be the first person to appreciate diapers for both recreational and sexual purposes. Rick bestowed on him sexual intrigue. By the time Daniel came along, Trevor knew that he was in good company, and he wasn't going to let the opportunity to indulge slip away -- even if that forced him to acknowledge that he was a "stone-cold queer." When he started his life as a trucker, Trevor was devastated by the inconvenience of having to making those bathroom stops. At the age of 44, the feeling of devastation had finally come to an end. Despite exuding confidence in his diaper-wearing ways, the threesome absolved Trevor of the inner-demons surrounding his choice to be more "open" in his life.

That night, Trevor slept on the couch in a fresh, thick diaper. He slept peacefully under the ceiling fan, drooling onto the couch like a satisfied infant. Meanwhile, Daniel and Rick slept together in bed. Daniel slept with his arms wrapped around the coyote with their bodies close to each other. Rick slowly opened his eyes and looked at his open window. A nice, cool breeze caressed his face and whiskers. He took a deep breath and sighed contently. Daniel woke up briefly to gently rub his partner's stomach.

"I love you," Rick whispered.

"I love you too."

"You know, Dan, I'd love you more if --"

"Yes?"

"If you didn't poop your diaper in bed."

Daniel couldn't help but laugh at that. He felt the back of his diaper and noticed how smelly and squishy it was. He was so used to his own scent, that someone had to remind him. If someone had to remind him, that someone would be Rick.